I am very grateful for a gift I received in the mail. The miracle of the gift is on point. It has allowed me some breathing room. I find it is my challenge to not waste the gift; to rise up to the miracle given. Thank you, my friend.

I was going to write that all shadows disappear in the light. However, light creates shadows. Perhaps shadow is that grey area of Life – where light is blocked and shadows cast. Which has nothing to do with what I am grateful for tonight… I am grateful for all that are doing the work to…

I am very grateful for the wonderful time I had in Los Angeles this weekend – this long weekend. I arrived in LAX Thursday night and was picked up and whisked through the coastal neighborhoods to Santa Monica… Where I rested and resided until Saturday afternoon. Wonderful food; beautiful company… really a wonderful time. And…

What word upon days Rests lightly as a nest Abandoned by summer youth Flying towards their sky; their story It is the last hours of sun’s reign And weathered boats tether up For winter storms Fuel stored For warming the hearths Of hibernating souls It is in these months Of blood-red leaves The opportunity for…

Blood boils. Rhythm of the heat. Love toils. Ego takes a seat. I am grateful for the ever burning fire that keeps the storms rolling, waters flowing, leaves turning, world burning.

…in that time, amongst friends, I wasn’t a stranger in a strange land – I was home.

I’m just grateful that I got tomorrow – ’cause, though today was a good day, it’s been challenging, too.

Tonight, at Amy’s drive through… we pulled up to the window. Tony, the gentleman manning the window, checked our order with us. After everything checked out, he told us that our meal had been paid for by the car in front of us… Because their meal was paid for by the car in front of…

Today was a beautiful day. Tonight is a beautiful night. There are people I know that are stuck inside for health reasons. I am grateful that I can walk outside and enjoy the easy bounty of nature’s display.

There are all types of work… Work of consciousness and character. Hard labor. Mental dexterity. …and the work of silently listening to that which is not yet known. I am grateful for my work.

I am grateful for… Marlin

I am grateful for the wonderful day and evening I had yesterday… Surprised to be sitting almost on top of the stage… Witnessing miracles of notes; mastery of sounds. There are other miracles in the air. Witnessing final days is amazing… and I am grateful for the two in person helping transitions to other realms….